July On The Freeway

Stop chasing what was over somewhere after midnight.
July on the freeway.
July on the freeway.
A gas station outside Ventura,
A song from 2019 filled the speakers for a second.
I turned around like you were sitting there beside me.
The cashier asked where I was headed,
I looked up at the highway signs.
I said,
"I'm just passing through," like I hadn't said it a thousand times.
The sun was falling into gold,
Painting all the places I was afraid to let go.